I laid out my wings in pencil, I spread them out like my idol birds.
Onto a page of wood like times before.
Only this time after I stained the wood with an oil.
The grain darkened and stole away my pencil’s edge and depth. graphite fading into the darkened wood.
Again it’ll be up to me to find the bird in the page when the stain dries and all dust is settled.
At long last a challenge I can rise to.